Look to buy time… Keep away from him until you catch your breath and get your arousal under control.

You know full-well that if this were a video game, you’d be on your very last points of health. Erik doesn’t need to do much to finish you off; if he catches you, your lucky escape will amount to nothing, and you’ll suffer with your cock in his grasp once more.

So, when he lunges, you narrowly avoid getting caught up in a grapple. Erik misses you by inches and tumbles onto his belly. Seeing your chance to turn the tide of this battle, you leap down on top of him, your chest flat against his back and your cock pressed up against his firm butt. Erik doesn’t much like this development, and thrashes around. You cling to him like a bucking bronco. You manage to hold on, but he continues to thrash and struggle against your attempt at domination.

“Get OFF me, bitch!” He growls, his voice hinting that he might be starting to tire. You lick your lips and continue to hold on for dear life.

“Not a chance. You’re going down.” You promise, your own breath coming harsh and labored and your body slick with sweat from the ensuing struggle.